Test Drive Meme 024

[voidtreckermods]

Welcome to the Test Drive Meme! Here is the place to see how your character might fit the setting, grab samples and have fun!

1. Post with your character, including their name and series in the subject. We’ve written out some prompts but feel free to make up your own, you have a whole train to play with!

2. Assume they've been around long enough for threads to jump right into the action.

3. Have lots of fun.

Happy testing!

Crisis On… A fairground

The train has a game carriage and the VR video games are always popular. A good way to relive boredom as well as teaching some good skills.

Crisis on...This game can be played with two to four players. It is essentially a crisis simulator mixed with an escape room. You can chose the scenario (the bridge of a space ship, a camp in a jungle, a high rise building, a sailing ship etc) and you are thrown into the middle of a crisis of some kind. Teamwork and a cool head are important as is using the surroundings wisely.

How hard can running a fairground me? Well very hard when so much has gone wrong. Is it sabotage? Is it bad luck? Shoddy engineering? No mater what it is the important thing is rides are breaking, people are in danger, there’s temperature fluctuations in the fun house and the banshee in the ghost house won’t stop screaming. This is perhaps one of the more light hearted scenario’s in Crisis On but brings it’s own level of stress. Good luck keeping everyone safe and pacifying those angry guests.

Jam Session

Downstairs in the music carriage there are a variety of instruments. Mostly smaller instruments (a guitar is the largest instrument there). There are a couple of each type. There is however an entire box of recorders, another box of panpipes and a box of mixed small percussion instruments (symbols, shakers etc). There are music stands small stools to sit on are stacked along the wall. There are folders of various sheet music as well as some ‘learn to play’ books.

When there is only one practice room well then it is the perfect time to learn to play together. No matter the skill level, instrument or music preference. Playing music together is a good team bonding activity after all.

Or perhaps everyone is just playing their own thing, descending into chaos.

Jungle Heights

The latest mission has taken them to a vast jungle, where people live high in the trees. There has been an influx of tree dwelling creatures with sharp teeth, sharper claws and a love of destruction. To make things better the forest floor is not safe, damp and marshy many creatures lurk there ready to bite at ankles and it is home to a root, the sap of which burns.

Team One

Treetop fighting is an acquired skill and one the voidtreckers are having to learn quickly. Swing on vine ropes and tangle with monsters. Quick movement and quicker thinking is needed to take down the creatures in terrain they are naturals at traversing.

Team Two

People here live on platforms in the trees, with bridges and walkways connecting them. Fend off the creatures and chase them away from peoples homes. At least there is slightly solider ground beneath their feet, but they must be careful not to fall to the jungle floor beneath.

Team Three

Many of the people here are not fighters and they need help to get somewhere safer. It's a tough journey through the forest, especially when they leave the bridges and platforms of the village behind. Children may need carried and climbing from one tree to another is difficult even with sturdy branches to walk along.

They must be careful to stay in the trees, avoid getting too close to the forest floor but do not get too high, lest they attract the creatures.

Comments

[wenyuan]

He almost misses the feel of it pressed against him. Sizhui mentally shakes himself and is glad he doesn't reach out to this dragon to bring him back for a cuddle. Instead, he chuckles a little bit at his line of questioning.

"You remind me so much of my friend Jingyi." He shakes his ehad. "No, we're not twins. It's a little bit of a complicated story. We're from two different timelines and yet are the same person."

[jingyeets]

Exasperated, Jingyi flows forward again, only his form seemed to soften, collapsing in on itself from the length of a dragon to a smaller, compact human body, bereft of clothing. He landed on his feet with one arm scooping his pack around to his front, where, with a lowering of his head and then an annoyed shake of it, he frees the strap from his horn (smaller as it is now, still present) and frowns.

"Of course I do," he says, complaining, "Because I am Jingyi. How do you still know me if you're not a Lan?" He pauses, considering this with his forehead creased and lips pressed into a line. "No, wait. That doesn't matter, we're still same generation either way. What's this different timelines stuff?"

His pack kept his front relatively covered, considering he was holding it just low enough, and his tail, smaller than before and as present as his horns, lashes behind him in agitation, curving around one side and back again. They're close enough to the train still that his tail thuds against its side in part of its arc with a dull sort of sound he barely reacts to for the moment.

It's about the moment he also registers he's on a platform of not-cultivators and should get dressed, which stills his tail as he looks at his pack and starts to lift it enough to get into whatever's contained therein. "Oh for—where the hell are my robes, anyway?"

He'd assumed they'd be in the pack, but so far, saw nothing but a strange looking and feeling sort of fabric and a length of many... smaller bagged fabric. Cargo shorts and a polo made no sense to him at all, even as undergarments; the boxers? Were equally senseless.

[wenyuan]

His eyes widen at that. Sizhui quickly averts his eyes to ah…give him some privacy. When he starts cursing at his robes missing, Sizhui clears his throat.

“I had appeared a month ago without my robes too. Though I must inform you that…well, I’m not perhaps the Sizhui you knew.” Since it was very obvious this Jingyi could only be Lan Jingyi. “I am Wen Sizhui. Of the Dafan Mountain Wen.”

He sees that the struggle is real and takes the polo and hoodie, watching his face.

“I can help you get dressed if you’d like.”

[jingyeets]

He would snort, and does actually snort, at the clarification, muttering, "I may have figured that out when you started talking about multiple Sizhui's," but there's no heat to it. Just the frustration that turns into a mournful, then baleful look, and Jingyi promptly dropping the pack and holding out his arms.

"Please." No way was whatever Wen Sizhui holding going to cover everything, but one of those two things could probably make a decent terrible covering from the waist down, with creative thinking. "Though why weren't you ever adopted into the Lans? Is Hanguang-jun not your father anymore?"

Clearly no parentage actually shifted, but being how that's a matter of adoption and not bloodlines, but what else is he going to ask while standing buck naked before his childhood friend, who is now, technically, not his childhood friend from the back mountain and the bunnies and the fuzzy-bad memory after his illness.

[wenyuan]

He chuckles softly and patiently helps Jingyi into the polo, the. Guide him into the shorts. Sizhui reaches into the rucksack, pulling the hoodie out and holding it up.

“If you get cold, you can wear this. I like wearing them because they conveniently have more pockets.”

To his question, he laughs softly.

“Hanguang Jun still raised me alongside Xian-ge.”

[jingyeets]

"... He raised who else?"

Mistaking what his friend says, at having been very cooperative in getting swiftly dressed, he stands there feeling...

... largely undressed, still. Wrinkling his nose, he took the hoodie, figuring out the opening and pulling it on just to find he's done it backwards. Also, his shorts start sliding down, because the opening they contained for his tail was sealed, and they couldn't pull up over his arse otherwise.

Looking even more frustrated, now holding onto his shorts so he's not back to truly half naked again, he scowls. "Why does nothing have proper sleeves with proper pockets, and why is this so short?! You're sure we're not all just running around in undergarments?"

If they're here, what other cosmic joke might also be true?

[wenyuan]

He laughs softly again and helps him with the shorts and hoodie.

“He and Xian-ge raised me,” he clarifies. “And yes, you aren’t the only one dressed that way.”

He waves at the others that are definitely dressed like him.